They walk for a second or two of pensive silence before Pel answers, "I don't know."

She touches one earlobe, then tugs on it a little as if in frustration.

"Everybody wants everybody else dressing up and looking pretty. Appearances mean a lot. And it's clear I'm not making enough effort."

Or at least, it seems like everyone else is making a great deal of effort and Pel is just making sure her hair is brushed and braided in the morning. She believes in the Inquisition. She has to. So she has to do her part.